Snow*

May 31, 2011

2011 Merit Award
Eric Carr - Snow - 2011 Merit Award

By Eric Carr, 1st grade

SNOW

Snow and shovels all around
There is a pickle in my hound
And snow all around
And horses on the bound
Firing snowballs on the ground

*Copyright 2011 by Eric Carr. Placard design by Egress Studio.

The trees*

May 30, 2011

McKeahan Carlton reads his winning poem, "The Trees"

2011 Merit Award
By McKeahan Carlton, 4th grade

The trees

Chain saws buzz.
Noisy trucks plow through the
Muddy road kicking up dirt.
The green trees sway in the summer day
Hot like an engine.
The tree claps on to the ground
branches bent
tree trunks dented.
Sits there moping
Then boom another tree falls.
Then the trees aren’t so lonely.

*Copyright 2011 by McKeahan Carlton. Photo by Nancy Canyon.

Azygous*

May 29, 2011

2011 Merit Award

Laura Boynton - Azygous - 2011 Merit Award

By Laura Boynton

Azygous

A sharp shard of a word
To lodge in every unmated, unmatched soul
Swans, red-tailed hawks, eagles, owls
Can sustain lifelong partnerships
Is it because owlets fledge
And cygnets swim away?
And human mothers are left
Picking up
A rubber band a hairbrush a Lego
A pair of scissors a slipper
A library book a marble a fork
A sweatshirt a cartoon
And then
Washing up
A counter a floor a table
A dish a load of clothes
A car seat a pan a window
A dog a child
Is it because the biological imperative
To mate
Withers inside the husk of routine
Rattles, infertile
Mateless mother
More alone for keeping three aloft
Wax wings dripping, ruined.

*Copyright 2011 by Laura Boynton. Placard design by Egress Studio.

Pete*

May 28, 2011

Caleb Barber reads his winning poem, "Pete"

2011 Merit Award
By Caleb Barber

Pete

I pick up the terrier that has been
trailing me steadily for two blocks
of my walk home. He’s a little thing:
white wired hair with black patches,
and a collar tag which says his name
is “Pete,” along with an address not far
from here. I carry him under my arm,
tell him he’s a handsome boy,
and he nuzzles my ear. I pat his chest
and he sticks his paw in my pocket,
then looks out over the neighborhood
as if I were the mast of a ship nearing port.

When we get to the house, I double-check
the number against the tag,
then drop him over the picket fence.
As soon as he hits dirt, he reels around
snarling, shoving his muzzle through the slats
with his teeth in a brutal grin.
He peels back grass clumps with his claws
and beats himself against the bushes,
bursting blossoms from their stems.
Oh, Pete. You would have me
if you ever caught me on your side
of the fence, but hop to mine anytime.

*Copyright 2011 by Caleb Barber. Photo by Karee Wardrop.

Four Blue Heron*

May 27, 2011

Cindi Williamson reads her winning poem, "Four Blue Heron"

2011 Walk Award
By Cindi Williamson

Four Blue Heron

At once four blue heron lifted,
flying toward the lake
with necks curled up
like paper clips,
their feet fluttering like
loose threads behind them,
like long useless fringe.
I thought to wake you
But they were gone
as soon as they appeared.
And all that remained
were the swelling trees,
with hollow places
among the branches
filling up with green
water where the heron walk.

*Copyright 2011 by Cindi Williamson. Photo by Karee Wardrop.

the engineer*

May 26, 2011

Lucas Walker read his winning poem, "the engineer"

2011 Walk Award
By Lucas Walker

the engineer

his belt buckle is made entirely of pennies
maybe three inches across, three inches around.
pennies he finds along the railroad tracks
left by kids and the others
curious about the weight of a train
pouring speed over steel rails
leaving Lincoln’s face and monument
unrecognizable,
an oval remnant of copper
no longer good for exchange
but still warm from the train wheels
keeping force in their corner.

he collects them in a can on his workbench.
when it fills up he dumps them out
and arranges the old pennies into a likable shape
then solders the edges together, some filing, sanding
and a lot of rubbing with a soft cloth.
over the years his friends have all got one
for Christmas or a birthday.
every time he sees me he says,
you’re the only one who actually wears one.
it’s his self-conscious pride that I relate to
but I tell him every time, I wear the belt buckle
because I like it.

*Copyright 2011 by Lucas C. Walker. Photo by Karee Wardrop.

Veiled*

May 25, 2011

George Such reads his winning poem, "Veiled"

2011 Walk Award
By George Such

Veiled

Women of the Jodhpur palace once sat
on this marble bench, looking down
at both courtyards through these jalis,
screens of red sandstone, carved
so they could see out, but not be seen.

They must have enjoyed this private world,
invisible as gods, the breeze
through the riddle, the gossip about
the goings-on below.

Sometimes, even though I know you well,
I see your eyes as jalis, you
behind them smiling, your world veiled
as it needs to be,
whispered through windows of stone.

*Copyright 2011 by George Such. Photo by Nancy Canyon.

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